The next day crawled from hour to hour. Judyta tended to her duties while I spent my time thinking back on what we had witnessed the day before, touching myself more than once at the memories. As inexperienced as I was with these matters, I began to find out what felt good to me, and was determined to explore all this much more, especially with the help of my secret lover.

As usual, I didn’t talk much with anyone and kept out of the affairs of my stepmother or the house, so when I retired right after supper, I was sure nobody suspected anything out of the ordinary. Judyta, however, had a harder time to remain calm, and even though she only half knew what I was up to, she almost gave it away by fidgeting, acting up and overall seeming nervous. I breathed a sigh of relief when we had reached my bedroom.

“W-what are we going to do?” she asked with a scared, hushed voice.

“Shhh,” I replied, listening to the noises of the house. It took a while until mother was clearly in her room, and I waited a few minutes longer until we snuck back out again, with dark cloak draped over us to remain hidden in the gloom outside. I was dragging Judyta with me, hasting down the stone steps towards the back door, where we got out and hurried across the yard to the stables. It was raining, if only a faint drizzle, but the night smelled damp and fresh, and the wet ground squished beneath our steps.

When we finally reached the stables, when we latched the door behind us and caught our breath, finally feeling safe. Only now did I dare to light a lamp and make some noise that was more than a whisper and a creep. Judyta looked at me with a mixture of fear and defiance. “What are we doing?” she asked again.

“Aren’t you curious?” I asked back, with the tone of someone who’s been bored too long and born too high.

“Curious about what?” she replied, undeterred.

“About...” I started, pausing for a moment. “Everything,” I concluded finally. “About everything. My mother, the horse, us, that feeling ... Everything.”

Maybe my answer was a little too blunt for her, or maybe she knew it already, and didn’t have anything else to say, but she fell silent afterwards and just followed me down the row of boxes, until we had reached the one that housed Heimdall. He stood there, tall and proud, dozing quietly, but became alert when we arrived. Judyta started stroking his forehead gently, already familiar with the large animal from her meetings with the stable boy, while I was inspecting him curiously. I had never shown any interest in riding, or indeed any of the ‘stately’ activities that were supposed to go along with my status, and thus had little knowledge of how horses looked up close, let alone how to treat them.

“I wonder how she did that,” I said, as if speaking to myself, secretly hoping that Judyta would be able to provide more of an answer than she was letting on. I was more or less familiar with the concept of sex, and I knew males had penisses – and I did see the horse’s penis with my stepmother, after all – but now that I had him in front of me, it seemed nowhere to be found. A day ago, it looked so large, almost like a third leg, but now ... Between his legs I could see two smaller, round things covered in skin, like eggs in a bag, and there was a small outgrowth in front of them, but ... it couldn’t be that. It was barely longer than my fingers.

“Did what?” Judyta asked innocently, looking at everything but the horse. She knew something, I thought. Something she didn’t want to tell me about.

“Oh, you know,” I replied. “You saw it too! The thing with the horse, and his penis!”

She pursed her lips and nodded slowly while I squatted down next to the horse and felt around his underside. A moment later, Judyta joined me and placed a lamp right between Heimdall’s legs, allowing us to see clearly the outlines of his short shaft, and the large, heavy testicles hanging behind it. Without a word, my maid reached out and began weighing the two brown sacks in her hands, cupping and caressing them carefully, while she whispered calming words to the animal.

And then it happened. Right in front of my eyes, that thick, long rod began to grow out of the pocket between his legs, getting longer and longer. It was brown, with a few lighter specks, a thick bulbous head and about as thick and long as my arm. I reached out and touched it carefully, feeling the soft skin, its warmth, weight and strength, and almost instinctively began to stroke it slowly.

It was firm, yet flexible, and I could easily bend it over to my side, close to my face. It smelled distinctly of horse, but mixed with another, more exotic smell that made me almost light-headed and giddy. Without hesitation, I brought the tip of his penis to my lips and kissed it, licked it, trying to taste whatever smelled like this, trying to suck on it like I had seen mother do.

I had neither the experience, nor the training that she did, though, and so I found that the thick fleshy stick was too thick for my mouth, making me gag when I tried to fit even just the head between my lips. Suddenly, Judyta’s head was next to mine, and she joined me in kissing and licking the brown shaft, our lips almost touching from both sides of the horse’s cock.